Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you dieBut some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..His life was took at such an early ageA young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gaugeHe used to hustle on the street cornersHis mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wannaAs he got older, he got even worseTill a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearseA cold night in his hood, he had a tangleThe brother he was squabbling with, had broke his ankleLaid him out in the drivewaySome people knew he wouldn't survive, but heyI ain't the one to speak up on another'sAll I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brotherHe chose the wrong way and that's the route he tookBorn and brought up as an angel but he died as a crookHe had a baby that he couldn't raiseAnd she will never see her father again, cause he's in a graveI always think about it killer"My daddy was a dope man, so I'ma be a dope dealer"How will the family explain it?"My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!"He ain't around to see her walkDry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she fallsJust the thought of a kid living foul fucks me upWhen his girl has to raise a BASTARD childIt gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat herShe was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheaterShe had a good deck but she picked the wrong cardHad a kid, now she's realizing life is hardA big time dope dealer's all she wantedWho drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt itThe situation's got me guessingBut the answer remains to be a questionHe lived his life in a lieI guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die

It was crazy how it happenedSome niggas rolled by in the Riviera cappingAll I could see was a pistol spitting roundsAnd the boy was just screaming as he fell to the groundA woman yelled, get an ambulanceBut I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chanceYou should've seen him, he was scaredA bullet goes to his chest, and one to his headHe just laid there in silenceAnd all I heard was the sirensParamedics pulled upFollowed by a law man and then came a firetruckPut his ass on the stretcherBut if he survives, I'm willing to betchaHe'll be out for revengeThey patched him up within a week he was back at it againWent to his brother on the NorthsideGrab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ridePacked it up in the trunkAK-47, M-11 and a pumpRolled by ? on Scott StreetSchool was letting out,"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgunHe shot himPut his tooly on the front seatContinued his mission, as he headed down the streetThe kids was just staring at each otherJ.D. rolled by and smoked black's brotherReached in his coat and grabbed a 'portFull speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porchOn his way down CullardHis brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?""Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit""haha man fuck that bitch"Went to the store to use the payphoneCalled up Mack, "Hey yo J.D. homey"Hung it up and rolled down DaggerHeading for the nigga he was afterBy the time he arrived at the sceneMalcolm was ready for anythingHe tried to sneak around the back wayNever thought of being taken out on that dayBlack boy, black coatStood around the corner as he passed slit his throatHe didn't fall so he firedOne to the middle of his skull, he's expiredA whole army came outTwenty-seven niggas all strapped out of one houseThat how it happens in the acreOne nigga died in the park in the paperShit gets deeper but why?I guess you only get a minute to pray,And a second to die